Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Monaco and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing China Crisis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Q65. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Aural Exciters,
L. Decosne,
The Star Department,
Index,
Supertramp,
The United States of America,
Porter Ricks,
Echospace,
Television Personalities,
kango's stein massive,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
Adolescents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fortunes,
The Litter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mantronix,
Eden Ahbez,
D'Angelo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Motorama,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swell Maps,
Outsiders,
Ken Boothe,
Archie Shepp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Carl Craig,
Grauzone,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Moon,
Pierre Henry,
Vainqueur,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ten City,
Sex Pistols,
Black Flag,
La Düsseldorf,
Rosa Yemen,
Tears for Fears,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick May,
Rapeman,
the Sonics,
Bluetip,
Howard Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
Bob Dylan,
Guru Guru,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.